, makin' every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck wild How you like me now? I
that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild [Nas] Always I
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shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild [Nas] Always I
(Keyshia Cole) I will always love you I need you to know that Im gonna hold you down till it kills me Im here for you I hate to say I told you That
it off, knowing I'm raw, oh my voice throwin' you off? Well how about I shout it from the same cliff I'm throwin you off? Ahh, you on my balls, you should
R.I.P, the odds might be Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick Whens the last time you came to
me As I'm about to blast heat 40 side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me "Whatchu up to?, The cops gon' bust you" I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled
who you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with
fake king of New York You show off, I count off when you sample my voice I rule you, before, you used to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS NAS designed your BLUEPRINT, who you
Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch
I.] You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty's wit me, shhh they comin to get me Hey Wut You Scared I'm prepared in the
Chris Webby] This is hip hop I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night I'd sell my soul for
